Ｈｅ＇ｓ ａ ｋｅｅｐｅｒ

                        ◣ the other’s behavior  makes stiles raise an                         eyebrow, expression incredulous even as he                         glances down at the schedule.   what a weird                         kid — & that’s coming from him.   either way,                         a quick perusal  indicates  that they have the                         same class  &  the same period.   but mostly                         he  looks at the  other boy’s name:  minho. ◥

                        ❝ alright,   you can just follow me.   we both                                                         have hoover for chem. ❞

                        ◣ he  pauses a  moment,     handing the other                          back  his schedule,       but at the  last second                         pulls it back. something seems fishy, & stiles                         doesn’t like fishy. not one bit. ◥

                       ❝ what did you mean by   you could say that?                                                      you’re new or you’re not. ❞

           Normally, hes learned that people will shrug him off,            consider him weird and let it go. It seems at first that            this is what this one will do as well. He's proven wrong,            thankfully so, as he's told to follow. 

           Nimble digits reach to grasp the slip of paper, only to            have it yanked from his reach. A brow quirks upwards,             brown eyes locking on a similar pair. Minho may be many            things, but oblivious or stupid is not one of them. This boy            is wary, and for good reason. A longer look to those eyes            shows the scars of battles and tragedies untold. And that's            at just a glance. 

           Minho will need to be careful around this one. Feigning             casualty, he shrugs and answers simply.

        “ Would tonight be good?            There could be cuddles, a movie,            dinner, more movies, and snacks. ”

                         Maybe he’s blushing a little, but come on.                          Minho lives with him. It’s not as if they can’t                          do this at any time of the day.                          Still, he can’t help but take the bait, his smile                          remaining, but a tad more nervous.                                    The good kind of nervous, of course.

     Gods, this one is adorable, isn't he? Minho,      you lucked out. A brow lifts, grin steadier       even moreso now. He can see Stiles blushing,      see the nerves in his smile. 

                               " --- I think I can pencil you in, yeah." 

      Cos laughed, he tried not to. Pinching his lips       together, closing his eyes and shaking his head       but it was inevitable. He wrestled with his hands       as Minho nudged and prodded at him which only       made him laugh harder.

                                             ”Oh my god, how old are you?”

           At that, Minho laughs once more.             Continuing to keep up with the poking            and prodding, outright tickling him at            this point. 

      Stiles’ eyes dart       up to Minho as       he pulls up his chin.            Swallows the thick            lump in his throat.    ” What … What if I can’t get home? “

      Minho frowned, shifting his weight.        He sits, and nudges shoulder to        shoulder with the other. 

"Well that jus’ makes you a buggin’ moron.”